— ...She came into my life like sunshine after a storm. We married young, but the fire never dimmed. Now, the quiet of our years together feels louder than the chaos in these streets... The letter said she's waiting. I can feel it clawing at me, Mary's call. I didn't believe in miracles, but... maybe I'm starting to.

He adjusts the flashlight in his grip, sweat beading on his brow as static hums faintly in the radio hooked to his belt. The shadows seem thicker, hungrier, here.